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kahirapan - gap boyz ft. thr3e_g0d, lil ph@ d lyrics

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[intro]
lil’ b-tch
yah
skrt skrt
yah
(kahirapan on the beat, b-tch)

[hook: lil ph@ d]
gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz (yah)
i be trappin’ in my corduroys (skrt)
hit you up with that mortar, boy (ooh)
i be countin’ up the quarters, boy (yah)
snappin’ sh-t just like a photo, boy (skrt)
sh-ttin’ on these rappers like hemorrhoids (skrt)
gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz (skrt skrt)

[verse 1: thr3e_g0d]
f-cked your b-tch in the discount jeans (okay)
you know thr3e_g0d, my rhymes are mean (mm)
i pull up with the whole d-mn team
my sweatpants have a line on the seam
t to the g (yuh)
you don’t f-ck with me (yuh)
or my collared tee (yuh)
they’re buy one, get one free (yuh)
gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz
i’m gonna pop a cap, boy (cap boy)
i’m loadin up my gat, boy (mm)
you heard it from the ph@ boy (yuh)
we the gap boyz, we don’t need no designer
“here come the gap boyz, babe, hide your vagin-er!”

[hook: lil ph@ d]
gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz (yah)
i be trappin’ in my corduroys (skrt)
hit you up with that mortar, boy (ooh)
i be countin’ up the quarters, boy (yah)
snappin’ sh-t just like a photo, boy (skrt)
sh-ttin’ on these rappers like hemorrhoids (skrt)
gap boyz, gap boyz, gap boyz (skrt skrt)

[verse 2: kahirapan]
i bought my new b-tch a wristw-tch (brr)
that a rollie, that sh-t don’t tick tock (brrrt)
collect the bag like a knick knack
f-ck that b-tch, she denying that i hit that (f-ck her)
i been trappin’ since 7th grade (yuh)
tie that b-tch up like 50 shades (ooh)
they hatin’ on me cuz i’m gettin paid (bling)
sippin’ on that lean like it’s minute maid (momma)
iso on ‘em joe johnson
i’m a tiger like i’m from taunton, ooh
f-ck off boy, you ain’t on my level
ice my whole crew out, chain with the bezel
stir the pot up like i’m harden (swish)
kickin’ sh-t just like a spartan (gah)
when i pick up the ak, i’m a marksman
y’all some losers like cartman (f-cker)
didn’t let her f-ck ‘cause she was beggin’ me
ice on my wrist cost 7 gs
f-ck wearing designer, i’m in gap sh-t
got up in that -ss and i clap sh-t (ooh)
oh my god, oh my god
you a b-tch, you’s a fraud
my diamonds real, yours flawed (skrt)
sippin dirty just like sod (ac)



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